TROUBLED MELODIES

TROUBLED MELODIES

A Poem by Betty Hermelee
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perfection

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TROUBLED MELODIES

Muggy summer breeze

Draws a euphony of my neighbor’s violin

Into my open window

Curtains dance in the humid air

I listen, follow the notes

Whistle along that which is familiar

Birds chirp to enhance a harmony

Leaves rustle to complete a symphony

 

At once music ceases

I listen to the curses, loud noises

My neighbor wrestles with perfection

Though I fail to understand

She increases volume perhaps to improve quality

 

Abruptly, it stops

I hear a ferocious bang, ring in my rears

I surmise she flat broke her violin

Weeps and wails echo in the street

The maestro of perfection

Suffers defeat


BH

 

 

 

 

 

© 2021 Betty Hermelee


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I really like the imagery in the first stanza of the curtains dancing and the birds chirping along with the sound of the violin, and the contrast then with the loud noises afterwards. You have a nice irony in the tone of the last two lines.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Week Ago

Thank you Sheri for visiting me at the cafe. And special thanks for commenting on my poem.
Be.. read more
There is only one thing worse than being a perfectionist. That's trying to live with one.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Week Ago

Thanks John for your insightful review
Best, Betty
dear Betty... we are watching an older Movie of Sherlock Holmes ... and of course Sherlock plays the 🎻 Violin. There is always a Mystery to solve. I see you have a bit oh humor in your poem. Quiet a well written Aria of Suspense. truly, Pat

Posted 1 Week Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Week Ago

I guess so, but some people who are perfectionists can't or won't deal with the problem, it's almost.. read more
Louder does not make better...mellow makes nice...
my poet friend and I were talking today about music...we have similar tastes...and what we don't care for is head banging music...we like lyrics, hard rock, metal, country...many different tastes...
but all with a sound we wouldn't mind living next to with an open window.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Week Ago

I agree, and I used to scream at my brother when we were kids because he kept squeaking the damn vio.. read more
The reader gets so attached with the aroma and beauty of the picture that u paint , that it's sudden leaves destruction leaves the reader heartbroken . impulse gets the best of uss and all we can do is regret later.
wonderful piece freid . keep safe and smiling .
XO

Posted 1 Week Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Week Ago

Thank you for visiting and reviewing my poem. I really appreciate it.
Best, Betty
Hello, Betty! :)
This is quite a scene, vivid and compelling with an emotional end. I enjoyed it a lot. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Week Ago

So nice of you to visit, and thank you for your thoughtful comments
Best, Betty
Sometimes frustration gets the best of us and childish things like this happen. Much to “our” horror later. It’s kind of comical but relatable at the same time.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Week Ago

Thanks always for you thoughtful comments.
Poetic Beauty

1 Week Ago

You are welcome. It loved the slightly comical poem
The poor maestro. She shall in a sour mood. Nice flow of thoughts led to surprise ending dear Betty. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry. I liked this one.
Coyote

Posted 1 Week Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Week Ago

Thanks John for your important comments about this poem. Best to you, Betty
Was this not how the second world war started.
Hitler was listening to his neighbour playing the violin, badly. This sent him mental and he invaded Poland.
Let this be a lesson to people playing the violin with the window open. They should be more like me and play the drums.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Week Ago

You're too funny, thanks for reading Paul.
PS my brother used to practice violin in our NY ap.. read more
Paul Bell

1 Week Ago

See, told you.

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Betty Hermelee
Betty Hermelee

Black Mountain, NC



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I have emerged as a poet ! I have written over 300 poems, mostly about slices of life, happy and sad, deep or light, sometimes tragic. I try to use vivid images in my poetry. I also write about my .. more..

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